Rome - the Basilica of Constantine |
This week's poem by John Milton is like a Psalm or a hymn with its wonderful repeated third and fourth lines - "For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure."
Let Us With Gladsome Mind
Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
He, with all commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, every sure.
He the golden tressed sun
Caused all day his course to run;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
The horned moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
All things living he doth feed;
His full hand suppplies their need;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Corot's painting is wonderful - thanks for sharing.
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